Being a twin, and being my sister's twin, is such a defining part of my life that I wouldn't know how to be who I am, including a writer, without that being somehow at the centre.

As a writer, one is obliged to release her words, to let them live in the world on their own.

As a novelist, I ask of myself only that I tell the truth and that I tell it beautifully.

Every Christmas, all around Ghana, there are tons of these parties and they are full of everything that exists in human life in Ghana and worldwide.

So often, literature about African people is conflated with literature about African politics, as if the state were somehow of greater import or interest than the individual.

The summer I finished my first novel Ghana Must Go, I drove across west Africa: from Accra to Lomé to Cotonou to the deliciously named Ouagadougou.

I wouldn't mind my book being called an African novel if it didn't invite lazy readings.

I write essays to clear my mind. I write fiction to open my heart.

The writer presents himself to the blank page not with an open passport but an open heart.

I'm not sure where I'm from! I was born in London. My father's from Ghana but lives in Saudi Arabia. My mother's Nigerian but lives in Ghana. I grew up in Boston.

How can I come from a nation? How can a human being come from a concept?

You are the creation of your own consciousness.

A WATERY BLISSAs busy as an ice cream freezer, On a Sunday getting hotter, Happy is the honey eater-The busy ocean otter, Floating alongside Teter, On a sea full of water.

The channels of intuitive knowledge are opened according to the intensity of individual need.

You can’t help someone just by making a wish to do so, you have to take action.

If we agree on everything, only one of us is necessary.

Businesses are terrified. They have no idea what I'm going to do next.

There is something inherently inappropriate about cherishing small ambitions for God.

It's a scary thing, when a person you admire is suddenly revealed to be absolutely, truly human.

That is a big question we all have: are we alone in the universe? And exoplanets confirm the suspicion that planets are not rare.

Brave spirits are a balsam to themselves, There is a nobleness of mind that heals Wounds beyond salves.